A Work of Art

Pansy showed up the next day, still on edge. Ron’s words had stayed with her all night. She was so heated that she needed to masturbate in order to sleep. But that had made things worse. She had erotic dreams of Ron ravishing her in sweaty heated copulation on the platform as she posed.



Did she really inspire lust with just an expression? An expression she hadn’t be aware of giving. She had been thinking of her failed relationship. Marcus Flint contacted her after she left Hogwarts and they began dating. Over the course of their seven month courtship, Marcus became more and more demanding. He had a thing for ladies with dark hair and is soon became evident that he wanted her to behave in a certain way. It was obvious that he was turning her into his ideal woman and not seeing her for the woman she was.



The smile came when she recalled their last sexual encounter. She and Marcus had fought and when she gave in for sex, she did nothing of what she knew he wanted. Marcus liked a woman who made noise and was always telling her to moan louder, groan louder, make slurping noises when she sucked his cock and let out every noise she could. She faked it most of the time but he didn’t care. He also liked it when she gripped the blanket, scratched his back, kicked with her legs, and went crazy. She faked this as well but he didn’t care.



But on their last night, things went differently. They had fought about an upcoming party. Marcus wanted her to wear the dress he had bought her. She had realized that everything she wore in his company was chosen by him. She was looking good for him, so he had something attractive in his arm to show off. This day she refused. It was a party for one of her friends, not his and she would wear what she liked. The fight was never settled and when they had sex that night Pansy laid there devoid of emotion.



When he entered her she let her legs fall to the side and began examining her nails. He thrust a few times and tried to get her involved, asking her question which she just answered with a stoic yes or no. It was only a matter of moments before he lost his erection. That was what brought the smile to her face.



She laughed at him, then dressed and left his flat. she didn’t see him again. That was a month ago. When the relationship ended she knew then that he hadn’t made that big of an impact on her life. She wasn’t sad, she wasn’t hurt, she was humored. To think that she only turned him on when she was ‘acting’ was ludicrous. She was much better off without him if he wasn’t even attracted to the real her.



Then Ron came along and offered her a chance to be immortalized. She brought out lust in him. She didn’t know how, but he told her she did. She had tried and tried to bring it out in Marcus, but it would only happen when he had thing his way. She was just sitting there and Ron felt something. He felt something just from the expression on her face. No daft outfits, no ridiculous lines, no silly role-playing. Just her smile, a vengeful grin and he had lusted after her. Maybe it was his artist’s eye. That ability to see beauty where most people miss it. Did he see that beauty in her? Was she displaying it when she didn’t know she was?



Regardless of her feelings, if he felt something, she would pose. Ron’s art wasn’t sleazy, is was erotic and sexy. The women he chose had an inner beauty that he captured in his paints, and Pansy was excited about being the final and most physical of the series. She had no doubt at all in Ron’s talents.



He was standing at the top of the stairs. In his jeans and t shirt, paint splattered and worn in, watching her climb the steps. She followed him into the room and went immediate to change into the slip. She took her customary place on the platform and waited.



She stood waiting for instructions but Ron only looked at her. His eyes moved up and down her body. Then he looked back up and her. “Sit.” He said softly. She sat on the platform, cushioned this time to make it easier on her. “Slid your feet up and stretch them out.” She extended her legs out flat. Ron climbed up and sat on his haunches. He reached out and took her ankle sliding it closer.



Pansy felt his touch throughout her body. He had raised her other knee but kept it slightly lower then the first, staggering the look. “Lean forward a little.” She obeyed until he told her to stop. “Now pull your arms up like your cradling something to your breasts.”



His voice was so seductive when the artist took over. His word slowed ovr her body like warm water. He was forming the image he wanted in his head. Putting her in the pose that made him feel lustful. She lifted her arms, imaging holding a kitten to her chest. “Bring your shoulders forward more, just your shoulders.”



She arched them inward. Then he reached out and slid the straps off her shoulders. They feel down naturally, her hands at her chest holding the gown up. “Tilt your head to the side a little.” She let her head drop until he said stop, then he reached out and drew her hair behind her ear letting a few locks fall across her cheek. He ran he hand through the other side, mussing them a little.



“Lick your lips.” She darted her tongue out to moisten her slightly dry lips. Ron’s eyes were focused as she complied yet again. “Bite down on them gently.” She was confused but understood why when she did as he asked. It made her lips look slightly swollen, as if she’d just been kissed.



Ron breathed in and out with effort as he looked at the image. He seemed to be taking in the whole effect. He took several steps backwards and halted focusing on her for nearly five full minutes. She wondered what his mind was taking in. Did he find her lacking in something? Was he going to make a change?



Without warning Ron moved behind the easel and stood behind it. Pansy kept her position as Ron moved, glancing at her then the canvas, then her then the canvas. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but he moved quickly.



“You can get dressed.” He told her, pulling a drape over the canvas. Pansy moved and a cramp shot through her lower back. She groaned and sat back down again reaching for the small of her back. “Lay on your stomach.” She looked up and saw Ron standing at the platform. How did he get there so fast? He was holding a bottle in his hand.



“What’s that?” She asked, turning face down.



“Oil. It will help with the tension. Your body isn’t used to holding positions for long periods of time.” He eased the straps off her shoulders and tugged the slip down to her hips.



“How long was I posing?” She asked. She had no idea how long she was there, she let her thoughts take her away.



“Two hours.” He answered, working the oil into her back. Pansy let out a groan as she felt her back heat up and her muscles relax. Ron’s hands slid up and down her back, massaging the stiffness away. His hands felt wonderful. Pansy had never been treated to this before and she closed her eyes on delight.



“Does that feel better?” He asked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. It felt more like a caress along her body.



“It feels wonderful.’ She said. She felt his hands under her arms and she was lifted to her feet. She turned and faced him and saw his eyes drop. Then she realized that he had dropped the slip and she was bare-chested. She should cover up but she didn’t. She was frozen. Ron’s eyes on her felt different. He was admiring her like only an artist can.



Ron lifted the straps back to her shoulders with his index fingers, then gripped her arms. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered. Pansy felt her body react immediately. She knew her hands were shaking. She knew her lip was trembling, and she couldn’t control the buckle of her knees. “Go and change.” He said, lifting her hand and kissing her knuckles.



Pansy went behind the curtain and let out a breathe. She had be called beautiful before but men usually wanted something when they complimented her. Ron was simply appreciating her form.



When she came out form behind the screen, Ron was waiting for her. “Can we talk?” He asked.



She nodded and sat in the stool he gestured to. “What is it?”



“I’d like to change something in the painting.” He said.



“Change what?”



“I want you to remove the slip.” He said without expression.



“A nude? I don’t know….”



“No,” he assured her, “not a nude. Instead on the chemise, I want you to cradle a bedsheet to your chest. You would be covered, and nothing would show, but there would be more skin. I just wanted to know if you would be comfortable posing for me like this.”



“So, if I’m not nude then how would it work?” She asked. She didn’t want to deny Ron his art without knowing what he actually wanted.



“The sheet would be draped across your lap and held to your chest, your legs and back would be exposed.” He told her.



“I suppose, I can try and see what it like.” She answered. He nodded.



“That’s all I ask.” He leaned forward and took her hand. “You must know that I would never portray you in any way that is disrespectful.” She smiled at his words.



“Thank you Ron.” She whispered and leaned in kissing his cheek.



Pansy left and throughout the night thought about what Ron had suggested. On a whim, she took a mirror and suspended it beside her bed. Stripping down she got into position and clutched a sheet to her chest, letting it drape across her lap. It didn’t look bad, but she had a feeling Ron would make it look lustful.



Closing her eyes, she let herself sleep for the first time nude. The sheets against her skin felt remarkable. When she rose the next morning, she stretched and let the cool air wake her. It felt good to sleep without any clothes, and it actually made her feel sexy. She made her way to Ron’s studio with a smile on her face.